Someone Should Be Pistole-Whipped

Unfortunately I fly a lot, and I have little patience for the security-theater of the absurd that is the TSA. Unless I am late for a flight, I typically opt-out of the x-ray full body screening and demand a pat down, on the theory that it is more humiliating for the TSA officers who have to go through this charade than it is for me. Do I want a private room?–they ask. No, thank you, I want it done right out here in public (where everyone can see you making an ass of yourself, I add silently). I always make sure to glare and glower throughout, and complain loudly to supervisors if they are slow getting it under way. I always refuse to put my wallet through the x-ray machine. When they ask me to, I say no I won’t, then whip out a news clipping of the latest arrest of TSA thieves, and tell them they can’t be trusted. Then I let them do a manual inspection in front of me. Etc.

Since John brought up the “Hokey-Pokey” in an earlier post, it seemed to me that this latest TSA outrage was suitable occasion to bring Power Line readers’ attention to another application of the Hokey-Pokey–Remy Munasifi’s “Pokey-Pokey” version of the TSA, which he did for ReasonTV. If you’ve haven’t ever seen Remy (he’s a pal), check out all his videos and songs (many of them very politically incorrect) on his website, www.goremy.com.